As I was driven away from my happy home bound, gagged, and all but naked, I wished badly that I could take the last half hour of my life back. I had gotten caught playing my kinky little self bondage game. And now I was paying the consequences. It had been my fantasy to get caught outside in public bondage, and now it was becoming all too true. I had been acting like a little slut, and now I was gonna get exactly what a little bondage slut deserved.
I had accidentally served myself up like a desert to this old creep. I cried a little, laying on my tummy in the back of Bill's trash filled van, hog tied in my high pink socks, and matching thong. I hated myself, but I couldn't stop grinding my hips. I was being kidnapped, and it was making me horny.
The back of the vehicle was stiflingly hot, and my bare skin was soon glistening with sweat. My hard little nipples chafed on the hot metal floor, and my neck, back, and shoulders ached from the bondage. It took over an hour to get to Bill's run down neighborhood, time I spent struggling helplessly and compulsively humping the metal floor. I would look up now and then, to see the fat hairy oaf checking me out in the rear view mirror. There was no mercy in those eyes, just an evil stupid lust.
On the long drive back to Bill's place I had ample time to reflect on my situation, and what was to come. I had though it would be fun and sexy to take my little self bondage games out to the back yard. I forgot the pool man was coming, and I got caught. Now this creepy old man had me helpless, and would surely have his way with me. "Have his way with me." being a polite way of saying he was gonna ass rape me. I contemplated what it might feel like to be forced to suck a man's dick, or have a hard penis rammed up my unwilling ass. I knew it was gonna be painful and humiliating, and I shook with fear, and not a little excitement.
There was a deep sick part of me that was loving my predicament. It was like one of my dirtiest fantasies, carried off by a mean older man. I felt so horny, and so ashamed. What was wrong with me? Why was the idea of this dirty old man fucking me against my will such a turn on? Maybe my mind was splitting to help me deal with the ordeal to come. Maybe my crazy hornyness was a coping mechanism.
Hog tied I felt like a pig on its way to slaughter. I was completely defenseless. Bill was gonna keep me all weekend, and he could do anything he liked with me. As long as I was bound and gagged, how could I stop him? The moment Bill tossed me in the back of his van I stopped being a human boy, and I became an object. I was nothing but a toy, a fuck doll, a sex slave, lower even than a whore, and I was more turned on than I'd ever been in my life.
At one point we stopped, and I though we might be at Bill's place, but I was mistaken. My captor got out, but instead of coming around to the back for his prize, he locked the vehicle and I heard him walking away.
For a moment, the terror of being left alone swept over me. What if he just left me here, and never came back? Eventually I'd starve to death. What a horrible way to die, I thought. I panicked and struggled with all my might but it was to no avail. Hog tied with zip ties, a pair of my own cumy undies taped in my mouth, I fought like a tiger, but it was hopeless. I had bound myself too effectively, and with the hog tie Bill had added, there would be no escape from the windowless van. I heard cars passing on a nearby street. If only they knew I was here...
After an incalculable time, I jumped when I heard the doors unlock. A momentary wave of relief rushed over me. Bill had come back for me.
The back door opened, momentarily blinding me with brightness. Bill's silhouette loomed up, tossing 2 cases of cheep beer and a large black paper bag in next to me. The bag had the words "Dan's Dirty Sex Shop" printed on it in silver shiny ink.
As my eyes came into focus I saw we were in the parking lot of a seedy liquor store. Cars passed on the street full of people, oblivious to the kidnapping taking place right in front of them.
A shabby drunk stumbled along on the side walk, just a few yards away. I yelled for his attention. The sound just came out as "MMMMMMMMMMM!" But it was enough to draw the drunk's attention. Briefly our eye met, as his wasted brain took in the situation. For a moment hope soared in my heart. I was gonna get out of this, without having to get butt fucked or to suck anyone's dick. Slowly he looked from my bound and all but nude form, to Bill, then back to me, then back to Bill. At last his mouth split into a huge gap-toothed grin, and he gave Bill a big thumbs up, before swilling from his wine bottle and staggering on.
The dirty old bum wasn't gonna lift a finger to help me. In face, he thought that me being carried off in my underwear, surly to be raped if not worse, was funny. My fat captor grinned with evil glee. "Nice try sweet cheeks."
The heavy metal doors slammed again and we were off. I looked again at the large black bag "Dan's Dirty Sex Shop" it said. What a creepy name. What could be in there? What was gonna happen to me? Bill had hinted about ropes, gags, whips, clamps, and plugs. Was he gonna torches me after he fucked me? Was he gonna film it all and post it on the web? Where thousands of dirty old men gonna see my humiliated butt and penis? Was I gonna hate it or love it? The anticipation was killing me...
I hate to admit it, but part of me loved the predicament I was in. The idea of being carried off in this filthy rape van, fit too perfectly into my favorite erotic dreams.
Every night I'd stroke myself to sleep to fantasies like being snatched and buggered by pirates, or trapped on a hike by deranged horny red necks, or put on an auction block in ancient Rome, or of being kept in a cage in some third world boy brothel. Did subconsciously know I would some day find my sweet self in a situation like this? Was this a copping mechanism to help me with the predicament I was in? All I knew was that I had fallen into the hands of this dirty old man, and my dick was rock hard.
After an eternity we pulled into a gravel drive and I heard the engine go off. Moments later the rear doors opened again, and I peered out at Bill's run down house. He lived in a remote area on the outskirts of the city. There were no other houses nearby just trash, junked cars, and a decrepit motor home with a big chopped Harley parked in front. It was a red neck slum, and I was as far as I could be from my comfy suburban home and family. This was no cute, back yard, self bondage game, this was the real deal.
Bill hoisted me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I stared around in all directions hoping against hope that someone would see and intervene, but the overgrown road was empty. I felt his callused hand pawing my rear end, as we moved towards the dark house. I squirmed and bucked, knowing I was in real trouble.
As we passed the trailer a door banged open. A huge, nasty, old, biker emerged in black jeans, big boots, bigger cowboy hat, and a leather vest over his massive, hairy gut. He was bald, covered with tattoos, and sported a nappy beard that reached almost to his belly button. The man was holding a bottle of Jack Daniels. He looked like bad news.
After taking a long swig he spoke. "Hey there Bill. Looks like the spider caught it's self a fly. Haha."
At the man's words my abductor turned and came back, setting me down facing away from the biker. The sharp gravel dug into my feet through my high pink socks, and I could feel the outlaws eyes on my bare butt cheeks. I was extremely aware that the only thing protecting and covering my most private parts was the flimsy strip of cotton pulled up between my legs.
As Bill reached for the whiskey bottle, I did my best to hop myself around in a little half circle, so I could face my new tormented. This was not at all easy though, since in my earlier exuberance I had zip tied myself at the ankles, and both above and below the knee. When I finally faced front, another wave of humiliation rolled over me as I realized the biker was staring at my package.
In spite of my humiliation, or more likely because of it, my chubby penis was standing stiff, poking out the top of my thong, a little dollop of precum standing at it's tip. I turned beat red with humiliation, the creep knew I was enjoying this.
"Howdy Big John. These a peach, ain't he? Belongs to one of the houses I work on. Found him playing cops and robbers in the back yard, wile his mommy and daddy are away for the weekend. So I sort of figured I'd just barrow him for a couple days, since he likes rope so much. Maybe you'd like to put him in one of your little movies."
Now I was facing front, Big John eyed me with an evil grim. He looked me up and down from my little feet and knee-high pink socks, to my package barely concealed by the pink thong, up my smooth hairless belly and chest, to my scared green eyes.
Running a gentle hand from my cheek down to my cock he spoke. "He's cute all right. Looks like a star to me. Movie material for sure. Love that cute little bubble butt. Nice cock too. Definitely fuckable. My gang would love to break him in..."
This was too much for me. An hour ago I was having fun playing my naughty little self bondage game, titillated by the idea of what it could be like to be at the mercy of a dirty old man. Now I might be getting gang banged by bikes. I couldn't take it, and in my panic I started hopping desperately down the driveway to freedom. My ass cheeks juggled as I hopped, both men laughing and enjoying the show. The gravel hurt my feet with every jump, but I was desperate to escape.
However before I made more than a few yards, I felt Bill's big hand twisting in the hair at the back of my neck, and I was dragged back. My great escape was over before it had practically begun. "Nice try cutie pie, but your staying for the weekend."
